Marry My Billionaire Second Husband - Chapter 222

Chapter 222: The Road Home
Amelia bit her lip as she looked at her phone for the umpteenth time. She had no clue what happened during the dinner, and part of her was afraid to check the news headlines, fearing that she would find out about the dissolution of her engagement from the media.

But hours passed, and there was still no announcement from Lady Vanity. Her eyes were beginning to close; she had eaten a nutritious dinner with Isaac and Aiden and was now slowly entering a pleasant food coma. Aiden had promptly made himself scarce after dinner ended, claiming that he was going out on a bike ride.

He invited Amelia out, but Amelia shook her head. While the anti-nausea medicine was working its magic to ensure her dinner stayed inside her, a bike ride might prove too much for the pills to combat. It couldn’t even help the niggling anxiety that was threatening to overwhelm her, whenever she thought about the dinner at the Montgomery household.

How could she compete with the memory of Matteo’s deceased mother? If she was in Matteo’s shoes, it would have been an impossible choice. Matteo might fall in love with another woman in the future, but he only had one mother.

With a sigh, Amelia prepared for the worst. If Matteo did undo the engagement, she was still an heiress and… her hand instinctively went to her belly, stroking it contemplatively. She would have to figure out what to do with the baby, assuming it even existed and it wasn’t an overly aggressive intestinal bug.

Finally, her phone rang. Matteo was on the line! She quickly picked up. Before she could ask, he spoke first.

“It is resolved. They will not give you any more trouble.”

Amelia’s heart froze. “What do you mean? Are you marrying Emmeline?” Was he sacrificing himself to keep her safe so that she would remain unaffected?

“No, of course not. I merely told them what I thought of their paltry schemes and told them to shove their offer where the sun doesn’t shine.” Matteo let out a rare chuckle, and Amelia detected the slight disbelief― not at her words, but at his own actions.

“But… What about your mother’s things?” Amelia protested. “All her heirlooms…”

Matteo paused. “I have made peace with that. I’m sure if she’s watching me from heaven, she’ll agree with my course of action.”

“Oh, Matteo… I’m so sorry,” Amelia couldn’t help but gasp. She wracked her brain for words to comfort him but could find none. The depth of his feelings was threatening to overwhelm her, and her eyes were wet with tears. “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have needed to make such a choice.”

There was a pause, and Matteo sucked in a heavy breath.

“Amelia… I know you said you wanted some space… But can I see you?” Matteo asked hopefully. “I know it’s late, so I won’t stay long. Are you still living at Ronan’s place?”

“I’m actually at Isaac’s,” Amelia said apologetically. “He lives right next to Ronan. I guess Ronan didn’t update you?”

Matteo grumbled under his breath. “He forgot to mention that important fact when he went on his mental vacation.”

Amelia smiled, even though she knew Matteo couldn’t see it. “You can come over then. As long as you’re not staying over, I don’t see the problem.”

“I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

“Love you too,” Amelia said, and he hung up. Amelia sucked in a breath. One hurdle down.

To celebrate, her stomach seemed to churn more vigorously than before. She fought down the urge to retch, mentally cursing herself. If this happened in Matteo’s presence, he was bound to be worried and suspicious. She popped another one of the anti-nausea meds and went out to inform Isaac of their new guest.

Isaac blinked. “Oh, then should I go? I can hide at Dimitri’s for the time being.”

“There’s no need for that,” Amelia said. “This is your house! And Matteo and I―” Her face flushed as she spoke, “We won’t be doing anything that requires more privacy than usual.”

“Are you sure?” Isaac asked. “I’ll leave condoms out just in case. By the way, are you going to tell him about the possible baby?”

Amelia coughed. “Maybe when everything is resolved.”

Isaac nodded in understanding and then proceeded to leave the house. Amelia hoped Dimitri liked this little surprise.

In what seemed like no time at all, Matteo arrived at the apartment. With a racing heart, Amelia quickly opened the door to see the love of her life standing there, with roses in his hands.

“I see you made a detour,” Amelia said, choking up as she took a moment to stare at his face.

In these days of separation, he seemed to have lost weight, and his eyes looked more sunken than before, with prominent dark circles casting hollow shadows on his face. Basically, he seemed to look as crappy as she did when she first moved to Ronan’s home.

Amelia’s heart ached. “Matteo…”

He moved forward and engulfed her in a hug, plastering himself to her body as though he was a compass pointing north, and she was the road home. The bouquet was tossed haphazardly on the floor.

“I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Same here, I missed you too,” Amelia confessed shakily, wrapping her arms around him and taking a deep breath of his familiar scent. As naturally as water flowing downhill, she raised her head and their lips met in a heady kiss.

Matteo all but corralled her against the wall as they traded desperate kisses. It was as though he was determined to make up for the absent time, where he couldn’t kiss her at all hours of the day. Amelia felt her body heating up with desire, and she wanted nothing more for Matteo to continue further―

Then her stomach lurched, nausea rearing its ugly head, and she had to push him away before she did something so disgusting she would have to kill herself to make up for it.

Matteo loved her, but she doubted he loved her enough for her to vomit on him!

“Amelia? What’s the matter?” Matteo asked worriedly.